When Li Changshou left Lesser Qiong Peak to return for the sect tournament, he deliberately made a detour to the Hall of Hundred Affairs and offered three sticks of "fine" incense before the portrait of the Human Teachings Cult Master.
These three sticks of incense seemed to have done something today...
When Li Changshou returned to the corner of the gentle slope and maintained the Wind Whisper Spell to monitor the surroundings, he found that discussions concerning him had become few and far between.
The old immortals on the jade platform and the disciples throughout the river valley had all turned their attention to the contest for the thirty-six Heavenly Spirits...
Li Changshou held the white jade flute, a spiritual treasure, and began refining it slowly.
He glanced a few times at Ling'e, who was waiting by the edge of the arena for her next match. Seeing that she was in good condition and had Martial Uncle Jiu beside her, he stopped worrying about her.
Jiu Wu had already handed Li Changshou three hundred years' worth of monthly stipends, all of it in precious materials for refining array foundations.
With this modest windfall, the overall grand array plan for Lesser Qiong Peak could be completed ahead of schedule... by roughly 0.03 percent.
However, Martial Uncle Jiu Wu's promise of "I'll count it as your win" had not been fulfilled. Li Changshou would still need to make up for one match later.
Looking down at the white jade flute in his hand, Li Changshou could not help pondering slightly. This thing...
How many precious materials could it fetch?
Just kidding, just kidding. This was a spiritual treasure bestowed by Qin Wan, Heavenly Lord Qin. If he really sold it, that would be an intentional insult to the Golden Ao Island Qi